Natalie Cosmopolis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

The limousine to nowhere

Even his hobbies are power/control based. If his sex life was just about sex, he would simply have been a man-whore. Clearly he is not. His.

Also, the old clock tower on Praça dos Versos is like, so retro! I sometimes get mad about how touristy it gets, but then I find my zen again, ya know? I have my secret spot by a neglected fountain near the corner of Beco Lazer. Only the locals know that place. It's perfection in solitude.

Turkey’s autocrat Erdogan is trying to eliminate his rival Imamoglu